Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.